Theme: night
Words: unorthodox, bug, lick, screw, chick,

Summer, still. That same week, actually, though not the same day. It was the next night, the night after the poker game. Councilor Luxord, of course, had come out more than victorious, having only lost his watch and camp vest. Councilor Demyx had lost his shirt, necklace, undershirt, and shoes. Roxas had been stripped down to his socks and Scooby-doo boxers. Councilor Axel….well, he had never been very good at poker.

Of course, the "traditional" (though rather unorthodox) food was served around the campfire (this time, they ate tea pasties and drank Red Bull). When Daddy Xemnas blew the whistle dismissing them to their separate cabins, the boys split like pool balls.

……

"Roxas!" Riku peered in the open, glass-less window of the cabin.

"What?"

"…..You're it!" Riku flung the paint-filled balloon through the window, which Roxas caught with his forehead. His hair was now sufficiently died purple. He spit paint.

"Uncle!" He yelled, wiping his cheek with the back of his hand. Councilor Axel appeared as if by magic.

"Holy shit, Roxas!" He grabbed a sheet off the nearest bed and helped his boy clean up. "Who did this to you?"

"Riku!" Roxas sobbed.

"Riku?" Councilor Axel was attempting to un-purple-fy his boy's hair, but it looked like the dye job would be permanent. "I bet Xigbar put him up to it."

"We have to get them back!"

"…yes. We do." Councilor Axel grinned, leaning down so he was eye level with Roxas. "Any suggestions?"

…….

"You want me to what?" Councilor Demyx asked, dressed in his usual night-clothes (a pair of boxers, a white shirt, a tasseled nightcap, and pink bunny slippers).

"Please, Demyx ol' buddy?" Councilor Axel pouted piteously. "Besides," He stepped closer, his eyes traveling up and down Demyx's body. "You owe me, don'cha know."

"…." Councilor Demyx made a slight face before nodding. "You're right. I'll talk to him."

"Oh man! I love you!" Councilor Axel leaned forward and quickly pecked Demyx on the cheek. "You won't regret this, man. It'll be a blast."

"No promises!" Councilor Demyx insisted, as Axel's lanky figure disappeared into the night, heading off to another cabin.

……

"You want me to…" Sora thought about it for a whole ten seconds. "Yeah…ok. If you really want me to."

"I really want you to." Councilor Demyx was on his knees, begging. "Please, Sora. For the sake of your fellow campers!"

"…if it will help my fellow campers…" Sora stood, striking a pose with his keyblade. "I mean, I AM a hero after all."

Councilor Demyx nodded, hiding his smile. "Yeah, that's right." He stood, dusting his knees. "Now, this is how you go about it…" He leaned in and began to whisper in Sora's ear.

……

"Why, Axel?" Councilor Luxord leaned in the doorway of his cabin. "Besides, he's already asleep. We don't owe you anything."

"Didn't that peep show last night—"

"You owed US that. You lost the poker game."

"Yeah…but…oh come on, please!" Councilor Axel looked around desperately. "I—We can make it a bet!"

"Oh?" Councilor Luxord looked up, interested at last.

"Yeah. I bet you that you can't get Seifer to do it. And if you CAN get him to do it…I bet he won't be able to keep ol' Dad occupied for more than an hour."

"….Stakes?"

"…I…er….I'll pole dance in front of the whole camp. You?"

"Same. Shake?" They shook, both of them convinced of victory. Councilor Luxord turned behind him as Axel faded into the night.

"Well, Seifer?"

"I'm on my way, Sir."

……

"RIKU! RIKU! RIKU!" Sora ran through the camp, barefoot, wearing his baggy PJs, sobbing at the top of his lungs. "Riiiiiikuuuu!"

Riku, of course, responded as soon as he heard, nearly tearing the cabin door off its hinges to get to his friend. He caught him, and Sora sobbed into his shoulder pathetically.

"What is it? Sora! Sora, what's wrong?"

Sora sniffed and looked up, his eyelashes all stuck together from crying. "I…I saw a bug…"

"A….bug?"

"Yeah…there was a bug in my bed…It scared me…" Riku sighed, rubbing Sora's shoulder comfortingly while looking to the heavens as if in search of guidance. Sora clung to him, his head on Riku's shoulder, still sniveling. Riku pulled back a little.

"…I haven't seen any bugs in my cabin. Would you like to—" He didn't get to finish, because Sora bowled him over, giggling.

"You mean it? Yay! Yay! Yay!" Riku dragged himself up (Sora was attached to him at the neck, and so accompanied him) with some difficulty.

"Yeah." Riku grunted. "Come on."

They walked in silence back to the cabin. Once the door was closed, Sora's rather…carrying…voice asked, "You can't be really sleepy, can you Riku?"

……

"Ahahaha!" Councilor Axel gloated quietly. "These pictures. These pictures right here. That's revenge enough, isn't it Roxas?"

Roxas peered at the polaroids. "…Yeah, Uncle. I think they might." He grinned. "How did you pull it off?"

"You don't want to know, but you owe me one hell of a ride, later." He handed the pictures to Roxas. "Go stick those on the bulletin board before the old man is on to us." Roxas trotted off into the night.

……

"Screw this shit, man," Seifer slammed the door behind him. Councilor Luxord was waiting outside with a stopwatch. He clicked it with the sound of the door latch.

"One hour, zero minutes and forty-seven seconds," He howled triumphantly.

"You're welcome, man," Seifer grumbled. "The crusty ol' man tried to lick me!"

"Ah, he can get that way some times…you've got a strong, muscular young body…"

"Don't YOU start on me!" Seifer threw a rock at him, which Councilor Luxord easily dodged.

"Haha, now, now, Seifer…"

…..

"….You're a real handful, Sora…" Riku complained as they walked together to the mess-tent. Sora clung to Riku's arm, watching around for bugs.

"I'm sorry…" Sora apologized with a slight whimper. "Hey…who's that over by the bulletin board?"

"Looks like Roxas,"

"With purple hair?"

"Matches his bellybutton ring," Riku shrugged. "Hey, Roxas?" But the figure didn't turn; it fled into the nearby forest. Sora and Riku walked up to the bulletin board, peering at the pictures it had just pinned up.

"HOLY CRAP!" Riku tore at the pictures, but they'd been super-elmer-rubber-cemented onto the board by a most ingenious genius. Sora dissolved into giggles again.

"I know you're a nature freak, Riku…but really….it's cute, admit it!"

"It's humiliating!"

"You don't have to keep it a secret that you're fond of your pets." Sora told him, condescendingly.

"You had something to do with this!" Riku turned, angrily.

"No! I just wanted to know he was there—you know those things eat bugs!"

"They do NOT eat bugs until they're much older! He only eats cornmeal."

"See, you do care!"

"IT LOOKS LIKE I'M TRYING TO FRENCH KISS HIM!"

"Well…he's a very cute little chick…"

"Baby rooster!"

Author's Note:

Ahaha….an end to the crack. Props to Julie for the setup and theme and words and all that. If anybody wants more camp crazies, then email me your THEME/SETTING and FIVE CHALLENGE WORDS. I can't do every request, but…hey.
Oh, and there's a moral to this story.

Do not give a bunch of boys Red Bull just before lights out. :D

Ciao!